Snow and the woods
Are the goods
For Christmas.
Greed and Gold
Are the Gods
That toy us.
The Present is the tattoos
Of the ancients.
Celebrate their souls;
Fill up the bowls
Of conscience.
See to it that
The sea of hatred
Be dehydrated.
See to it that
The fountain of love
Be not deserted.
Asserted.
Life
Will be
A heavenly
Home
For you
And me.
Nicely thought poem, Thanks for sharing...10 I invite you to read my poems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So sweet, so deep. I like your poem. Thank you for sharing.